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College/University:
New York University, Attended 1996 - 2000, Class of 2000, Bachelor's Degree, History
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Occupation:
fat cat
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Hobbies and Interests:
Hip Hop, architecture, jogging, walking, Firenze, the trip, Roma, London, Borough Market, waking up to heat of the heat of the sun, napping, road trips, napping in the car, tattoos, immigrants, Maserati Quattroporte and Pinaforina, Graham Greene, Michaelangeleo, Leonard da Vinci, Tiepolo, Pontormo, ancient Grecians, Le Corbusier, Mies van der Rohe, Frank Lloyd Wright, Theodore Roosevelt, math, trigonometry, Black vans, tinted windows, leather gloves, ski masks, and alibis.
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Favorite Books:
The Grapes of Wrath, Our Man in Havana, The Quiet American, The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt, White Noise, Libra, The Elements of Style, The Fountainhead
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Favorite Movies:
Pulp Fiction, Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Adaptation, The Departed, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Die Hard, Dirty Pretty Things, JFK, Matrix, Memento
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Favorite Music:
Nas, Ghostface Killah, Jadakiss, the Game, Kanye West, B.I.G., Jay-Z, Slick Rick, Wu-Tang Clan, Michael Jackson, Radiohead, Johnny Cash
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Favorite TV Shows:
Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Office (the British version)
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Zodiac Sign:
Leo
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About Me:
When I attack there ain't an army that could strike back.
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old jeans (diesel preferably)
plaid/checked shirts
olive/beige/navy
layers-- lots of layers
I have a clear notion of what is visually appealing:
straight lines, symmetry, gradations in light, color, shape
and size, and most things clean-cut.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Smart people. People who live life with reckless abandon and are willing to do things even though they have to work tomorrow.
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People smoke, chill, party and die in the same corner/Get cash, live fast, body they man's mama...If hip hop should die/ we die together/bodies in a morgue lie toether...
R.I.P. we donate your lungs to a Rasta.
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Yeah, you shining/But the only thing ya leaving out/
You're a candle in the sun/that sh!t don t even out.
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Oh, can I borrow some product?
of this word of which I do not know the
meaning. Everything about him
screams, "Beatnik!" He eats beatnik
omelets for breakfast, defeats those
named Nicholas and Nicole for a living,
and is currently putting the finishing
touches on the manuscript, "The
Beatnik's Guide to Big Pimpin".
because he's always got the 4 pound ready for
suckers who try to flex. He's also got a funny
thing about small, porcelain dolls, but don't
ask him about it. Trust me...you don't want to
get him started about those damn dolls.
he'd be first on the list for
invention.
one. And when you grind with
him....that's right. That's what I'm
talking about.
more "Brooklyn" than Spumoni Gardens
pizza, but the reality is that this
bloke is Straight Outta Compton.
There's no other cat with whom I'd like
to sip the yak and watch Doggy Fizzle
Televizzle.